100 words x 365 days
She twisted the cord around her finger, tighter and tighter as they spoke. She pushed against the wall. Her feet prints would forever remain as a memory of the times she was young. Covered lips, secrets spilled, her giggles flowed through the room in a river of innocence. The clock advanced, and dread rotted in her stomach, it was time to grow up, and these days would be gone forever. No more party lines and midnight phone calls. The time for growing up was here—no celebration and birthday cake. The only sign would be the memories that stained her face.